The Mysterious Mr. Inoue Ch. 04

"Phillip!"

"Yes! Fine! Yes!"

His fingers sunk into my cheeks and I gripped his hair, leaning forward to bite his neck as he had done to me. The feeling of his seed spurting inside of me, painting my walls was too much. I came hard one last time before collapsing onto him with an exhausted howl. Everything went dark around me. Not suddenly but in a fading dim like dying candlelight.

I woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of my mother's laughter. The bed was empty and there was a cup and saucer on the night stand, still warm. I downed it as I listened to the muffled sounds of Phillip and Mama talking in the kitchen. I was the last one up, even Mad George was gone from his bed.

I made a move to go to shower but my body didn't want to work. I'd pushed it enough. I snuggled back underneath the covers and smelled his scent still on the pillow beside mine. Today I'd rest. I deserved it after such a journey.